Author's note: This is the second part of a longer story. I have done my best to make sure each chapter can be read independently of its sisters. They were written in this order: Conquest and now Contempt.
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Anne Marie was the receptionist at my job. Her skirt usually went to her mid-thigh and sheltered a very shapely ass. She had a blue eye and a green eye and both sat beneath a long fringe of brown hair that covered her eyebrows. Everybody in the office had fucked Anne Marie at least once --even I had. But she only went back to one person twice. His name was Zachary Gerald, my boss, and he was the only person I had grown to hate in my adult life. My hatred wasn't a race thing. I hated everything about his big, black, baldhead. I hated his broad shoulders. That thick goatee that framed his chin. The perfume he used. I hated how he talked to me. I hated how he joked with me. I'd know the guy for five years and I still, to this day, could not determine exactly what triggered the hate to begin with. I couldn't trace it to a bad handshake or a cheesy company picnic that had gone wrong... there was no one incident worth all of the animosity.
And it wasn't about Anne Marie. She could fuck whomever she wanted.
But of course, I couldn't. Not because I was married, but because my daughter would never let me. I was her cock now, to have and to hold. The conditions she'd laid out were a little lost in a sexual haze, but she'd outlined them in a text message on my phone the next morning, this morning --that text reminded me how to keep having the greatest sex of my life. The text was just a list. I knew what it meant.
1) Always respect me.
2) Always defend me.
3) Never deny me.
It was probably the second text message I had ever received my whole life, if not the first. I had just never embraced text as communication, but I was all about the gadgets --and I was paying enough to ensure that my phone had all the bells and whistles. Of course I paid for my daughter's too --but I had been doing that since before our relationship had transformed.
Inside my cubicle, I traced her message on my phone's screen and weighed the gravity of our unholy agreement.
Zachary laughed with Anne Marie about something, so I put the phone away and frowned at my computer. I heard the two of them walk up behind me and so I steeled myself against anything the two might say to me as they passed.
"Hey Kyle," I heard Zachary boom. "You should use your gym membership. You're still paying for it."
I swiveled my chair to face him and Anne Marie. Her tight purple blouse was see-through, showing off the frills that handled her A-cup tits. She had a smirk on her face that I ignored. "Something I can help you with?"
"Yeah," Zachary said as he leaned forward. "Could you go to Anne Marie's station and man the phone while we lunch in the conference room?"
"Conference room's not for lunch."
"It'll be okay," Anne Marie interjected. Her voice was bored. Those two different colored eyes locked with mine from behind her glasses. Anne Marie supposedly had pictures of the tryst we'd shared. My daughter had told me that Anne Marie was willing to ruin my marriage with the pictures.
"Fine," I said. I stood up abruptly and went to the front.
Zachary muttered something briefly to Anne Marie, but I couldn't hear it. I didn't even look back at them until I was at her desk. They were already at the conference room door, closing the two of them inside. Only moments later, I had to perform an Anne Marie duty as the front door opened.
"Welcome to--" I began, but stopped. The woman at the door of my place of business was my daughter.
She was dressed conservatively by her standards. She wore a black pants suit, buttoned over her flat belly. Beneath the suit jacket, a white blouse tried hastily to hold back her magnificent tits. She wore black sunglasses and her blonde locks were styled to frame her face with sleek style. I ran to help her as she struggled to get into the office with her very full hands. In one hand she had a brown bag from a fast food place and in the other, she carried the over-sized drink that was inevitably sold to every customer.
"Yvette!" I said a little loudly as I pushed the door open for her.
She stepped inside and waited for me to release the door before she set the food down on Anne Marie's desk.
"Are you bringing me lunch?" I smiled.
"Daddy," she said, "where is the conference room?"
She put the straw from the drink to her lips and waited patiently for my reply. My heart collapsed. She hadn't come here for me at all. She was having lunch with Anne Marie, and judging from the size of the bag, probably Zachary too. Her expression was unreadable through her sunglasses. "I'm having lunch with Anne Marie and her friend."
My throat went numb.
"Daddy, don't deny me..." Her smile then was the most sinister I had ever seen.
I pointed. She didn't look. She just stared at me and sucked through her straw. When she was satisfied that I had nothing to say, she picked up the bag and walked toward the conference room.
"Don't." I said dryly, quietly.
This stopped her in her tracks and she turned to face me. Yvette removed her sunglasses with her pinky. She raised her slender eyebrows at me impatiently and she waited there for me to close the ground between us. I did what she wanted immediately and moved to stand only three inches from her face.
She handed me her drink. "It's cherry drink, you should try some." I did as she told me. I sampled the artificial sugar. The big drink was mostly ice.
I could smell the nicotine on her lips this close. She put her hand between my legs and gripped my cock. I was immediately hard for her.
"Daddy," she whispered, "...Anne Marie told me you had the..." she stepped closer to make sure nobody in the office could see what she was doing, "...second biggest cock here... and now your baby has to meet number one." Her hand squeezed me harder. I could feel my thickness tight against my underwear. "I know this might be... difficult for you to hear... but I don't care, daddy..." Her palm and fingers stroked the fat head of my helmet through my pants. "Just remember the rules." She released me.
I was aghast.
"Give me my drink back." She ordered as she put her sunglasses back over her eyes.
I held the paper cup out to her.
"Do you have any cigarettes?" My girl prompted.
I had bought my first pack in more than a decade that morning. Yvette had encouraged me to start again. I fumbled for the pack and pulled one out. Without a free hand, Yvette could only lean forward and open her lips. I offered the filter and her teeth clenched it. Her full lips pursed around it as she turned back toward the conference room. "I'll try and save you a hamburger." I watched my baby, my sexual master, as she disappeared into that terrible room. The door closed. Then she was alone with the two of them.
She had explained to me while we'd fucked that she would be able to fuck anyone in the world and I couldn't say goddammed thing about it. She had also informed me that she was not immune to jealousy and that I wasn't allowed to fuck anyone else but her --not even my own wife. My emotions were swollen.
"Hey, was that your daughter?" I heard Issac say. His plain face grinned at me from behind dense glasses.
"Yeah. That's my baby." I said, looking at Anne Marie's desk. I looked for anything to do.
"She's hot, man, sorry to say." He showed me his stupid teeth. "Do you think she'll get a job here?"
"No, just here for lunch with Anne Marie and Zachary."
"Zachary's a fuckin' tool!"
"Yeah," I said, still distracted. "Yeah. I know. Everybody knows."
"Guys with big dicks are allowed to be assholes, I guess."
I wasn't even listening. I let Issac go on a little while longer --until he dismissed himself and I allowed myself to get lost in the thoughts of just what might be happening in the next room. I didn't think they would fuck or anything. They wouldn't do it in there... not on company property. They would probably arrange a time and place somewhere else. Zachary would probably fuck my daughter then. Or maybe my daughter and Anne Marie.
I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket and I brought it out without a thought. The screen told me it was downloading a multi-media message. In a few seconds, it was ready to play. It was from Yvette. I pushed play and watched my tiny phone screen light up with the inside of the conference room. It appeared that Anne Marie was filming Yvette as she opened her suit jacket as she approached the shades to the outside. She closed them, which caused the camera phone's iris to adjust. Yvette, still in her black sunglasses, started unbuttoning her top.
"So how do we start?" Yvette asked.
I stopped the message right away. I didn't want anyone else listening to the message as it blared through the phone's tiny speaker. I needed the retarded little earbuds the thing had come with and I knew they were at my desk. So I ran. I dug through my top drawer and found them right away. As I plugged the jack into the side, the phone vibrated again as it received another message. I darted back to Anne Marie's desk and sat down. I lowered my phone below the desk and out of sight.
I hit play.
